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Operation Daddy Next Door is a go!
Despite the late hour, it was less than thirty seconds before the reply came through.
Oh?? Tell me EVERYTHING you ho.
You called it. He totally spanked me for being late. And then he made me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. It was AWESOME.
Told you! Daddies can’t resist an opportunity to teach a naughty girl a lesson. You gonna be late tomorrow too?
Idk, he said he’d use a paddle if I was late again so I may have to think of another way to get him to spank me. Maybe if I’m not too naughty he’ll let me suck his cock this time.
Wait. Did he turn down a blowjob? Dude’s got it bad.
Really? I sorta thought maybe he just didn’t want one from me.
I’ve yet to meet a man who would turn down a blowie from a willing woman. Except in smutty books where he’s making himself wait because she “matters” and he doesn’t want to fuck it up.
Maybe. Trying not to get my hopes up too high here.
Trust me. Braden Elliott wants to pop all your cherries, Lottie-baby. He just has to play the tortured hero a bit first.
Clutching that knowledge close to her chest, Lottie drifted off to sleep, her dreams full of Mr. Elliott towering over her while she got her very first taste of a man’s cock.
* * *
It was a solid week before she had a chance to make her dreams a reality. Not only was she hesitant to show up late again thanks to Mr. Elliott’s promise to paddle her the next time it happened, she couldn’t even seem to get herself in trouble at work no matter how hard she tried.
Delia was too nice, Lottie decided. Even when Lottie deliberately messed things up, Delia would give her the verbal equivalent of a pat on the head, show her the right way to do whatever it was she’d messed up, and send her on her way with a wink and a smile. Lottie almost felt guilty for continually fucking up on purpose.
Almost.
The one bright spot in her life was the money that had been deposited into her personal account. When it showed up Wednesday morning, Lottie took herself out for a mini shopping spree and lunch with Frankie to celebrate. But for once in her life, she actually paid attention to exactly how much she was spending in each store, and she resisted the urge to splurge on her favorite lunch spot, opting instead for a less expensive but no less delicious bistro in downtown Charleston.
Other than that one shopping trip, however, she was careful not to spend any of the money until she figured out a way to pay down her father’s debts. For one thing, she had no idea where to even start. When she’d been able to sneak back into his office, she’d realized with a sinking stomach that what she’d made from the auction was only enough to pay off a couple of their credit cards, or to pay their mortgage for a couple of years. Which should have been enough considering her parents had bought this house before she’d been born, but she’d uncovered some paperwork from where he’d apparently borrowed against the house. Probably to continue funding his fucking gambling habit.
Paying the mortgage seemed more pressing, but what had even been the point of selling her virginity if they were just going to be in the same position two years from now? But then again, if she paid off the credit cards and he just ran them up again with his gambling addiction, they could potentially be in an even worse situation.
Needless to say, she was already feeling down and defeated when Portia called, inviting her to a girls’ weekend at her family’s house in the Hamptons. Three days on the beach, with nothing more stressful than what drink to order next sounded positively heavenly.
She could use some of the auction money for the trip. If she was careful, it wouldn’t even put that big of a dent in her account since they’d be traveling on Portia’s jet. And she had today and tomorrow off anyway, so she’d just have to fake being sick for a couple extra days, and make sure her friends didn’t tag her in any of their social media posts.
But she’d made a promise to Mr. Elliott, and even though she’d much rather be packing for a trip to the Hamptons, she was determined to show him she wasn’t just the spoiled little rich girl he seemed determined to paint her as.
“Sorry, babe. I can’t make it this time. Rain check?”
“Please, please, please, Lottie? If you don’t come I’ll have to listen to Eva and Frankie talk about their latest sexual exploits all weekend. They don’t talk about that stuff nearly as much when you’re around.”
The thought of prim and proper Portia sulking her way through an entire weekend of sexual depravity actually made it a little easier to do the right thing. “I really wish I could, but I’ve already got plans.”
“What kind of plans?” Portia’s tone turned suspicious. “Like, plans with a man?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, and Lottie damn well wasn’t going to tell Portia the full truth. “We’re spending the weekend together at his place.”
“That sounds serious. Where did you meet this man?”
Lottie couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s concern. “He’s a family friend. I’ve known him forever.”
“All right.” But her tone clearly said she still had doubts. “Just don’t do anything Frankie would do.”
